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kingdom of the barren West
desolate, plains
ruins of an ancient race
dark, Magic
from crumbling keep
he rules the wastes
Archon of the blighted land
feared, and reviled
conquered in the days of old
ancient, splendor
legions from the dark realm
slaughtered, all
great cities left in ruin
forests left ablaze
destroy the beauty of old
leaving nothing
desolate land now claimed
Archon takes his throne
Archon the blightlands
ruling over ruin
legions of the dark realm
prowling the plains
none dare venture in his realm
taken through slaughter
alone he lives immortal
in crumbing keep of old
decay the splendor
of ancient brilliance
alone he rules for all time
regret sinks into his heart
betrayed by the dark power
promised eternal rule of his home
left in desolation
he sent his people to their doom
in trade for power
Archon of the blighted land
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riding to dark peak
seeking black gate
entrance to the deep
winding path up snowy slopes
winds are treacherous
ancient step leads to the top
the gate the demons keep
fighting demonic guards
armor of pure hate
slain by sorcery
enter gate and journey down
path into the dark
quest to seek the demon lord
path beset with peril
enter into deep chasm
demon keep is just ahead
army of the dark defends the keep
fighting through demonic horde
once inside honor guard come forth
last effort to protect the throne
wizard casts a shield spell
he seeks an audience with the lord
making an offer he can't refuse
wizard:
"you must send your legions to help me reclaim my throne or I shall slay you where you sit and claim your dark throne as mine instead"
demon:
"who are you to make demands of me? I have ruled this realm for ten thousand years, you have no authority here"
wizard:
"then prepare to die"
the wizard brings forth his staff
relic of long lost age
demon rears up and swings his axe
gorged of centuries of carnage
axe shatters as it hit the staff
demon falls to his knees
wizard:
"you will submit to me"
demon:
"I yield, my legions are yours"
wizard returns to his spire to plot
he will soon take the throne of man
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Atop the Wizard's Spire
06:26
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Far from the city wall
Hidden from prying eyes
reclusive study of the arcane
secrets kept for ages
deep in books of lore
grimoires from ancient time
texts of forbidden knowledge
library left from long ago
explored in secrecy
crafting potions and practicing spells
forbidden by the crown
plotting to take back the realm
restore the rule of mages
raise a demon army
siege the city wall
demons break through the gate
spectral fangs tear through flesh
army from beyond this plane
summoned forth to fight again
under the burning sky
the demon horde leaves the city in ruin
none can match their fury
as the wizard laughs atop his spire
the throne shall be his
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a great fortress stood upon lonely hill
to watch the borders of the North
coveted for centuries by the goblin king
he gathered a great host and laid siege
thousands fell upon the battlements
streets running red with the blood of the slain
as the battle raged on and on
no end in sight
great goblin host
gathered in thousands
great machines of war
towers, ladders, and trebuchets
to defeat the walls of old
noble men of the North gather to defend
archers line the battlements
aiming for the trolls
too many are pouring through
scaling up the walls
not enough to hold the wall
retreat to the keep
bodies pile in the streets
running slick with blood
war trolls brought to slaughter
northmen die to save their home
gates now broken
goblin horde pours in to flood the streets
defenders cut down as they run to the keep
kill
pushed to the keep and surrounded
northmen make a stand
brave men fight to the death
goblin bodies pile and pile
shield wall holds the dark horde away
pray to old gods to win the day
shields are sundered, armor broken
goblin king smiles, his victory near
war trolls break through, bringing doom
fortress now a bloody tomb
northmen defend, a handful left
thousands of goblins dead in their wake
the goblin king victorious takes his throne
and claims glory
his horde prepares to march farther North
the cities of man now vulnerable
he hangs the heads of defeated enemies upon the battlements
a warning of what is to come
even gods cannot save mankind from the coming storm
bow to the goblin king
he will conquer man
hordes march farther North
mankind will fall to the green tide
cities now free to slaughter
an age of goblins has come
mages mount a last defense
now back on the throne
horde now stopped by ancient sorceries
but can they hold?
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In the Grim Darkness...
06:07
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In the grim darkness of the far future
there is only war
beset on all sides by foes
mankind faces ruin
decaying empire
once great and powerful
conquered the stars
traitors from the eye
come for revenge
demonic gods
xenos from the deeps
ancient beyond lore
warring through aeons
downfall of man
emperor sits dying
souls to feed his throne
sacrificed
wars raging on dozens of worlds
humanity pushed to the brink
thous of years of war
have taken a toll
millions dying every day
humanity will fall
mankind's marines can't hold the tide
knowledge lost to time
the sacred weapons of war
humanity's fate lies with the emperor
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Summoning the Sleeper
10:12
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far beyond lost wood
over ancient mountain
enshrouded by ice
the lost temple
of forgotten gods
power of old
now reborn
place of power
carved runes
symbols of dread
to summon the sleeper
banished long ago
to eternal slumber
ritual now awakened
hooded, cloaked, and secret
disciples of the dark
gathered in the shadows
surrounding dark altar
the ritual begins
brought forth from
the ancient prison
breaking, magical chains
portal opened
at ancient temple
barrier, crossed between worlds
fury brought forth from
the deep
bow down to his glory
now brought forth
he brings his doom
deep in lost wood
beyond ancient mountain
a demon of ice
brought forth again
the bane of man
to ravage existence
sleeper now awakened
destroyer of ancient gods
cultists exalt their lord
bowing to his majesty
powered through old runes
hooded heads lowered in praise
temple defiled
ice cloaked shrine now serving the dark
long ago he ravaged this land
slaughtered the gods
hills frozen with blood
great northern realm
now his again
sleeping for ages
now awake once more
all bow to his fury
slayer of old
summoned again
his frozen realm reclaimed
feared by the ancients
banished from their time
now reborn again
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Malphas Michigan
Formed in 2014, Malphas is a one man epic black metal project. Combining epic atmosphere with dark melodies Malphas brings a unique style to epic fantasy black metal.
All of the instruments, vocals, songwriting, and recording by Lord Moloch
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